$3500 For Some Fuckin Sushi

Floyd Mayweather
Im a king, ok?
I eat a feast
Every time I eat, I eat a feast
And when I get up from this table
I don't give a fuck who get the leftovers

I rock TN's
Park the BM
Carpe Diem
Bag your baby mama off a DM
I was on the road hustling
Now I'm globe trotting
Versace robe rocking
Solid gold sovereign
Rinse the ink in the pen
I had an inkling
Bling bling
Bitch, my shirt ain't have a wrinkle in
Your flows rinky-dink
I annihilate the rhythm like Mickey Finn
Tonic in the Gin
I Flip the table
Diss the label
Smoked salmon in the bagel
Two week trip to Naples
Trippin' on the cable
I'm trippin' on my cape, unstable
I keep my plate full
Real showmanship
I'm spending dough at the Ritz
Big Daddy Fitz with the jokes I flip
I might talk about some coke I flipped
And trips to the goldsmiths
I TKO'd it
I'm a goat your a goldfish
I trust the process
Remove the guts from the blowfish
Ackee with the salt fish
Numbers in the Rolodex
Your money and your Rolex
You know the rest

Lupe Fiasco
This is what we doing?
We're gonna sit here, and pay $3500 for some fucking sushi
Is this what we doing?
Coz if this is what we doing, right?
We fittin' to do this shit every night?
This is what niggas is about?
This is what we supposed to be doing?



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Best, Iqbal Singh Sathi
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